Jason Yates
Interviewed October 26, 2012 and early October 27
I currently cannot beat Jason Yates at arm wrestling. There’s
no good reason -- I have a minimum of 100 pounds on him. We’re both the sons of
carpenters, used to long summers of long days swinging hammers and lifting
headers. Considering he’s from Detroit proper and I’m from a farm in Texas, we
should be evenly matched rough handed meat-heads. It’s not even close though,
and he says it’s all mental. “You can beat me,” he says, “You just don’t
believe you can.”
Yates and I saw the wolf. Taking a mental health day, I
journeyed to the beach community of Encinitas where he lives and works. I
wanted to ask him about his current work at the new MJ Briggs / Anna Melikesetian Gallery. The
conversation started instantly and went on for ten hours. Yates is not remotely
shy and has no trouble airing it out to whoever wants to listen.
A case of beer was consumed, a bottle of Wild Turkey 101. The
whole time, Yates played selections from his record collection -- Beethoven,
the Traveling Wilbury’s, Talking Heads, and delightfully (on loan from his
neighbor) Willies Nelson’s Red Headed
Stranger. He woke up in his son’s bed. I woke up in his. Ten years of
drawings covered the floor, and the apparently, once the wolf took me into a
deep sleep, Yates’ current work called Visigoth,
2012, a large canvas hanging in his living room, had made some progress during
the night.
I wrote about Yates several years ago for Art Review, London,
having stumbled on his work in Circus Gallery. At the time, he struck me as an
artist of interesting divisions, several revolving personalities all struggling
for dominance.
“These are vibrant but confusing exercises,” I wrote at the
time, “an aesthetic surely part of the atmosphere in an LA where urban planning
collapses into rioting and the high theory often pitched in its many art
schools can turn sinister and loud.” Yates called me shortly thereafter and
said that I sounded enough like a son of a bitch that we should have a
drink. We drank Greyhounds.
Now we are more inclined towards bourbon, and considering
Yates recently had a show in Kentucky and Houston, a bit of the brown tastes
just good enough. His show on Fairfax features a king sized bed and mirrors
etched with a diamond tool alongside his more recognizable efforts, his monk
tables and his vellum cross hatches. The monk tables and the bed look like my
fantasy of what Donald Judd’s dungeon
must look like, all firm angles tied with ropes. In a sense, it’s true, but in
a more important sense, the show is much, much more.
What follows is a partial account of Yates’ and my discussion
there in Encinitas. A little about Mike Kelley and a lot about family, we try
to get to the bottom of Yates a bit.
Ed Schad: So the death hasn't happened yet? I read it as a
trauma that has already happened.
JY: Well that's not as interesting. Personal trauma is not
that interesting. Everybody is constantly doing that every second. We are all
surrounded by death.
ES: What type of site of death is your bedroom?
JY: I don't know how to answer that other than I think that
death will be delivered cold.
ES: Like Revenge in the Klingon proverb.
JY: The first day that I moved to Los Angeles, I died. I
literally had to be revived. I OD'd. I was dead. I don't know if it is a mental
construction or recuperation, but what I remember is that there is nothing
there. It was black and cold and it was more drugs that brought me back.
ES: How did you show up in L.A. and have this happen?
JY: I was moving from Detroit. As it happened, I had friends
that rented the place upstairs, a place upstairs, a shitty single in Silverlake
back when you could rent a place like that for 400 bucks. I was well
indoctrinated into the drug world. As a celebration, we were all living
together in this building. Well . . . I didn't know what I was doing basically.
The sun was starting to set and I'll never forget looking out these French
doors with the light coming through, and it was beautiful. I looked at one of
my “colleagues” as it were and said, “I think I took too much,” and I was out.
I remember flashes, coming in and out of consciousness as they tried to revive
me, but then I was gone. Apparently, I was dead for about 8 minutes.
ES: This was in the hospital?
JY: This was in the apartment.
ES: What were they doing to revive you?
JY: Beating the shit out of me, putting ice cubes in my ass,
putting me in the shower. EMS showed up.
ES: That’s horrible. Why ice cubes?
JY: Supposedly it shocks your system. Then two EMS guys came
and shot me with Narcan and I starting yelling at them. Then they took me to
Glendale Memorial. More Narcan. More profanities. If there is anything
interesting in it, death was this volley between coming in and out of light.
You hear people talk about a tunnel of light. I can get with that. I saw that.
Then, I saw intangible black. There's intangible light too, but that's it, and
that's gonna be it, that's all anyone is going to be able to tell you in this
life.
ES: So the show, the bedroom on Fairfax, is a place to die,
it is a location to go to that place, to do that again?
JY: I don't want to put too fine a point on it. If you want
to talk about death, you still can't talk about it in terms of black and white.
The only place that black and white exists is in art.
ES: Why?
JY: Because life has too many gradations.
ES: So art is a lie?
JY: I think we covered that. Yeah. Art is a lie.
ES: When I look at your work, I see all the things I am not
supposed to see. I see Brice Marden. I see Jasper Johns. I see orifices. But
the places that the work actually comes from seem to have little to do with
what I am seeing.
JY: No, I'm not thinking about Marden or Johns or art at all.
I am more interested in labor. I am more interested in being an worker ant. I’m
not really thinking about anything.
ES: You are obviously a Mike Kelley fan, you seem to come, at
least partially, out of the sunshine noir side of L.A.
JY: Everybody that had a relationship with Mike wants to say
that it was special because he was an enigma and he is kind of intangible. He
was on my thesis committee, along with Bruce Hainley, Mayo Thompson, Liz
Larner, and Stephen Prina. I should have had Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe on it. If
there were do-overs, I would have spent a lot more time taking his abuse. When
it comes to addressing painting, I have never met anyone that is as much a
purist about anything as Jeremy is about painting and that scares me. I am not
a purist. I think I would like to tell you that I am, but I am not. I'm a
garbage head.
ES: What does that mean?
JY: I would take the same approach to art as a green beret
out in the field. I am going to use anything that I can get a purchase on.
That's how I use history. I don't feel religious about anything that I come
across. I use it all as a single word in a larger sentence. I don't feel
religious about Jasper Johns.
ES: I don't think Jasper Johns feels religious about Jasper
Johns.
JY: I hope not.
ES: Your work is dirty.
LY: Failure is dirty. If anything, I've discovered that if
you strip back a layer of veneer, we are all pretty gnarly. I don't like
secrets. I go out of my way very publically to strip away through those
secrets.
ES: Is it a telling moment in your work when you lift the
vellum and see a mirror?
JY: I actually think I fail as an artist, and as a person,
when I try to get people to look in the mirror. It is not my job. Even though
it's overly didactic, I still do it. I am willing to play to court jester. I
want to grow as a human being. I have a huge ego, but it is important for me to
strip it down.
ES: You’ve also mentioned Larry Johnson in connection with
your practice before.
LY: I just remember Larry saying that he made art at his
kitchen table, and hearing that helped me to develop a new method of surviving
as an artist. It is more solvent for me to approach production in terms of my
kitchen table. I had 3,000 square feet in Boyle Heights and at the end of the
day, I am working on my bed. You can see how I am working right now. I have a
studio on Oceanside, but I want to work right here in my living room. I've got
all the accoutrements, but I don't use them. I want to be at home. Success in
my head means to me that I can stay home. I also had a 3,000 square foot studio
in Detroit, and I had fantasies about the 50s through the 80s type of big
studio way of working. I was also romantic about art as a certain lifestyle.
ES: You wanted a John Chamberlain studio and an Andy Warhol
life
JY: That's right.
ES: But Warhol doesn’t strike me as a very happy person.
JY: I have never detected any sort of happiness from Warhol,
no emotion actually.
ES: Other than reverence. I think Warhol's greatest gift was
his capacity for reverence. He was a man that knew how to worship.
JY: But reverence needs emotion to be intelligent.
ES: You seem to find that emotional intelligence in music. I
know a big part of your history is with Fast Friends and Holy Shit.
JY: I think the work I did with Holy Shit is very important.
Ariel is a genius, but he’s also one of those geniuses that work very hard.
Matt Fishbeck has always been ahead of the curve in terms of fashion and what
people are going to like in a few years. That work, those posters, is still a
big part of me, that time, that scene. Of course, few cared at the time.
ES: You definitely have an affinity for the underground. You
dig extremely deep. I'm from Texas and never heard of this psychedelic, hillbilly
cowboy music till you showed me.
JY: The legendary stardust cowboy. Fucking amazing. This is
what I will say about Texas psych – they got it better than anyone else. They
processed it and put out the most timeless stuff that there is. Most people have
heard of the Thirteenth Floor Elevators, everyone has heard of Red Crayola, but
Golden Dawn? They made one record and they basically summed up everything that
was incredible about pop and psyche and they nailed it. There must have been
something in the water in Austin.
ES: There is still something in water in Austin.
JY: There is still something in the water in Austin. Austin
is an incredible town. Texas is not the United States. I can relate to Texas,
it is a different kind of repression but still at the same intensity as the
repression that Detroit has, it has a different kind of environmental
repression. In Detroit, the weather is bleak and the economy there, since the
riots, has been bleak. But you can argue that the most visible, weighty
cultural figures have come out of Detroit.
ES: I wanted to ask that, Jim Shaw, Mike Kelley, Mo-Town.
JY: Madonna. George Clinton wasn't from Detroit but got his
stride in Detroit. The MC5, Iggy Pop, most of the influential bands, it just
keeps going. Even more contemporary like the White Stripes, they were a
cultural and artistic force at one time (say what you will). Eminem. This
country, when it’s at its best, holds the underdog in the highest regard
because we are a nation of underdogs. Aside from the Native Americans, who are
the ultimate underdogs, we are a people that couldn't hold status anywhere
else.
ES; One part Tammany Hall and one part P.T. Barnham, and it’s
always been that way.
JY: People were stupid enough to move to Detroit in the first
place, it was Ford's fault. It was the lazy man's manifest destiny. We don't
have to go to California for a coast, we have a coastline as long as
California, but when you get there, it sucks. What are you doing to do? You are
going to create your own world.
ES: What do your parents do?
ES: Summers with Dad, then full time with Dad, and full time
with Dad is very hard.
JY: Full time with Dad sucks. You shouldn't have full time
with Mom either. They are still together. My mom was the overachiever. She
actually owns two art galleries, one in Scottsdale and one in Fountain Hills.
My mom has a very intelligent heart. My dad was historically an academically
brilliantly person but an underachiever.
ES: What did your dad read, what was he into?
JY: Basically anything that had to do with fringe alpha
males.
ES: Who are fringe alpha males?
JY: Kit Carson. Geronimo. Custer was a grave disappointment
to him. Lincoln is the only Democrat that my father will accept.
ES: And your family, pre-Detroit, were Southerners?
JY: My family goes generations deep in art and con art. We're
from Kentucky. They are all con artists. I'm Scotch-Irish. I'm not Scottish,
I'm not Irish. I am not even English. We ended up in Kentucky.
ES: You are the people that stopped in Virginia, ran into a
gentleman on the street, and upon receiving a snub, pointed your nose west to
Kentucky.
JY: And owned Kentucky. My family came over as surveyors for
the crown and said the hell with you, we're staying. No one else would come
over here. It wasn't a noble position. Who else would come? George Yates came
here in the 1600s and never left. At one point, they owned Maryland.
ES: We're they Catholic?
JY: They were pagans.
ES: No way, they couldn't have been pagans. I don’t believe
you.
JY: Okay, they were Protestants, they were proper
Protestants. They owned a lot of slaves and then drank everything. The Yates at
some point married into the Clark family in Canada. At one point, my great
great grandfather was the bishop of Niagara. They were in that circle of
Anglicans and Protestants. But
ultimately, we made Detroit happen.
ES: Were you thinking about any of this in your Kentucky
show?
JY: It was called Master
and Servant. I could show you the last will and testament of my great great
grandfather where he is bequeathing his slaves, guns and bibles to his
relatives. This was the late 1700s. I walked around naively, ignorantly in
Detroit saying, “I don't know what your problem is, my family never owned slave.”
We didn't talk about that. I had to go through country records to find that
out. It is a troubling thing to realize you have this history. We still don’t
talk about it.
ES: Have things at least improved?
JY: Coming from somebody that still has an appreciation of
street life. There is a notable difference between how races interact since
Obama. On a superficial level, he's done more for this country than anyone else
as a figurehead.
ES: Do you see this in Detroit? Do you go back to Detroit
often?
JY: I love Detroit, I love being from there, and I love
flying that flag, but I've been back three times since I left and I left in
1996. I did my time there. There are wonderful people there and wonderful
talent, but by and large, they all leave. I'll never forget one night and I was
driving down Woodward, two guys and two girls, we all lived in Detroit proper.
A car full of six guys pulls up and we were stopped at the light. We were high
and that's why we stopped, because if you are sober, you never stop for a red
light there. These guys looked at us, looked at me, and one guy takes his 38
and taps it against the glass window. It's winter and his window is rolled up.
I said, “Hey guys, look he has a gun” and we all started laughing. These guys
were stone killers and they look at us and their eyes and mouths drop and they
start laughing too. That's how you have to play Detroit, you have to at least
appear to be fearless. So me living in Southern California, you can understand
why you say that I am cheating. No one ever fucking leaves Detroit.